In the aftermath of a storm, we have to live with the obvious reminders for weeks, and possibly months later. I have been walking, biking and driving past the debris left by Hurricane Ida for a month and a half now. Lately, I began looking at it differently, and have decided that I should document what has become a part of my everyday life.
Is this art? The answer is no. I am simply documenting what I see and converting the images to black and white (with some adjustments to contrast).
I rode me bike around my neighborhood and whenever something interesting caught my eye, I stopped and took a shot. I had nothing specific in mind, other than to only photograph remnants of the storm.
It occurred to me that a major storm causes our lives to become disjointed and chaotic. And that is what the debris brings to mind. It is strewn about the streets and invading our property, not necessarily in any type of order. It is cut, torn apart, or chopped down, and dropped on the ground where it remains.
Storms remind us of the powerful forces that nature can wield. When we choose to live in an area susceptible to severe weather, we accept the risks as well as the steps to recovery, which can be very uncomfortable. But home is home, right? I continue to pray for those still recovering from Ida and hope everyone stays safe. The next time you see one coming may you seek and find "shelter from the storm".
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